Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans
Running blind, Arella chanced a glance at her Rolex: 10:56 a.m. It was going to be a very long day. After pacing back and forth in the dim library, she jumped on one of the leather chairs and stared blankly into the vacant fireplace.
"Stupid mercenary," she sniffed, swiping a hand over her eyes.
"Please, Addie...please, Addie...Addie...Addie..."
"God," Arella moaned, burying her face in her hands and trying to muffle her sobs, "Stupid man...probably doesn't even love me after all. His precious Addie"-
She cut off and bit her quivering lower lip. From what she knew...that poor woman was the best thing in the world for Slade, and she just--wasn't. At this Arella began to feel more miserable with each passing minute.
Suddenly she glanced at her watch and it was 11:49a.m. "I can't go in there," she muttered, "What have I gotten myself into?"
Arella knew Slade very, very well. He was the type of person who couldn't admit when he was wrong, and wouldn't apologize, and it wasn't very nice to be around the 6'5" man when he was angry.
It was a long day, as she predicted. Arella ate at odd hours, not wanting to come across Slade. And it wasn't hard, in the large house. They avoided each other like the plague and she didn't even see him at all the entire day.
Of course it wasn't very nice, standing up and gulping down a sandwich at 3:00p.m. while staring out the window in the kitchen.
Clink.
"Oh dear god," Arella thought without turning. Unfortunately for her, Slade was casually opening the refrigerator, which happened to be directly to her right. Neither of them said anything and she stood just a bit straigher and nonchalantly folded her arms.
Slade literally slammed the fridge door and out of the corner of her eye she saw him turn sharply on his heel, swiping a hand through his white hair as he stomped out of the room.
"Errr..." she muttered, "You bastard."